Goodbye to a gentle giant
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Written by
April Sweazy
September 2010
Contributor
Written by
April Sweazy
September 2010
Frank had deep soulful eyes. They were friendly, they were compassionate, they were understanding. His eyes held the truths of life, both good and bad, that had taken him 62 years to learn. He was an old-school survivor in every way. He was a giant of a man, and when he got heated, everyone knew he wasn't someone to be trifled with. He spent his life protecting people, he took his job very seriously. But those close to him knew he was really nothing more than a gentle giant. His laugh when he was in the company of friends, and the quiet way he would talk when he was having a one on one conversation would give him away. Those of us that worked with him picked on him mercilessly (in a loving way) for his devotion to The Boy Scouts of America. The time and energy he put into trekking back and forth to the mountains to teach those boys about right and wrong and respect and hard work and all the other things he learned in life, was admirable. I know without a doubt that he helped shape some of those lives, and helped to make some of those kids better people. He had high standards in a day when it seems people have no standards, and expected those around him to meet them and believed that they could. He wasn't afraid to push for excellence, in himself and everyone he came across. What was right was exactly what he always did, without failure, at least in the time when I knew him. I had the distinct privilege for several years to learn from him and his life's hard-won wisdom. He saw my youth and my uncertainty and he counseled me in a quiet caring way whenever my life veered off course. He always had time. No matter what was happening in his life, he had time if you needed it. Its going to be a long difficult walk into his funeral this morning. I've lost a friend, a colleague and a mentor. Gone are the days when I can flop into a chair next to him and say, "What do I do?" I guess now i'll have to figure that out for myself. And when life throws me a curve ball i'll think of Frank and his understanding eyes and his joyful laugh....and his kind spirit. I'm better for having known him, and he will be greatly missed.

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